The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 166 Stimulation

The governor's order was like a whip urging oxen and horses; his men gritted their teeth and pushed forward, firing at the windows at the same time.

The concentrated firepower instantly suppressed Guillermo's side.

Even with better guns, the enemy outnumbers them far more.

Guillermo had a sudden inspiration, pointed at the fish tanks with human heads in the office, and shouted, "Throw these out the window!"

The combat squads outside the wall, not yet having had time to celebrate their victory over the enemy, were still firing intensively.

The fish tank was thrown out the window, and the bullet instantly destroyed the entire tank. The murky water spilled out, and several heads fell off as well.

Heads, like hailstones, crashed to the ground, leaving many of the henchmen stunned upon seeing them.

When the governor saw the heads clearly, he knew they were all from his collection, and he cursed inwardly.

But this was not the time for him to be lost in thought; the governor issued an order.

"Your team, keep firing and suppress them."

"All of you, follow me up here and kill them all."

The governor held a gun, his face serious and stern, his thoughts clear, and his subordinates subconsciously obeyed his orders.

In the governor's view, throwing these fish tanks meant that the enemy had no other way out and was resorting to these petty tricks to buy time.

Once I capture them, I will imprison them all, chain their necks, hands, and feet, torture them relentlessly with pliers, needles, and daggers, and then feed them to the zombies or let them die in the arena.

The governor trembled with excitement at the thought of how to torture these people, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

The governor led his men into the building.

The speed at which the fish tank was thrown through the window did not slow down; in fact, it increased slightly.

The fish tank was thrown out in such a dense manner that many of the henchmen got their mouths and eyes stained with the filthy sewage.

"what!"

One of the henchmen suddenly ripped off a man's head. People around looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the man's head had been bitten open and was covered in blood.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The man gradually realized what was happening. He casually tossed the severed head aside and quickly waved his hand, "I'm not infected. I definitely won't become a zombie, believe me—"

boom-

Gunshots rang out, and the man fell to the ground. Those around him aimed their guns at the window again, but from a greater distance, fearing they might become the second unfortunate victim.

Soon the fish tank was smashed, and no more fish tanks were thrown out the window.

Some of the men guarding downstairs unconsciously touched their necks, scratched their skin, felt their lips were dry, and their bodies gradually became warm.

They didn't take it seriously, casually tugging at their collars to let more cold air into their clothes.

The governor and his entourage quickly climbed the stairs and arrived at the floor where their office was located.

The governor walked forward along the wall next to the office door, and several of his men followed suit.

The atmosphere in the corridor was exceptionally quiet; the governor could even hear his own breathing and vaguely felt that he could also hear the breathing of the enemy he was confronting.

There was no movement in the office, and the governor approached the office door safely.

The office door was open, and Guillermo and the others were hiding behind various cover. The large desk was laid on the ground, and Guillermo was hiding behind the desk, raising his gun to aim.

The death ray was aimed at the wall opposite the office; the moment the governor and his men appeared, they would be instantly riddled with bullets.

The governor pressed himself against the wall, his face grim. He stared at the opposite wall as if it were the other's face, his eyes filled with hatred.

The governor did not give the order to attack. He turned to look at his men, who were all cowering and trembling with fear in their eyes, avoiding eye contact.

It's obviously unrealistic to expect them to step forward and risk their lives to take bullets for me.

If Shumpert and Martinez were here, he could have forced their men to their deaths, and the resentment of others would only be directed at the two of them.

If the governor were to force these good-for-nothings in front of him now, he suspected they would dare to turn against him immediately.

The governor took a few deep breaths, a fake smile spreading across his face, and said with a touch of humor, "Why don't you come directly to me? There's nothing in my office. You can just tell me what you need."

"I can try my best to satisfy you."

The moment the governor saw the fish tank, he knew that the secret room had been opened, which also meant that Penny had been discovered.

The fact that the enemy was able to accurately arrive at the office and find the secret room clearly indicates that they knew the secret room's exact location, which means there is a mole within Woodbury.

He wanted to rescue Penny and also wanted to find out the identity of the mole.

The governor tried to lower his tone politely, but was immediately met with sarcastic remarks, and his face darkened instantly.

"Ha, Governor, you've finally humbled yourself. You used to be so tough when you were hunting down those innocent scavengers."

Guillermo immediately sneered, then looked at the little zombie whose neck he had impaled.

"I know what you want, your daughter, Penny."

Penny's name acted like a switch, instantly suppressing the governor's reason to a fraction. He turned to face the wall, and could easily enter the room, but at that moment, he was trembling with rage.

"Just tell me what you want, as long as you let Penny go and let my daughter go." The governor's tone softened noticeably at the end of his sentence, carrying a hint of pleading.

"Alright, put down your gun and come in."

A cold voice came out, and the governor seemed to freeze. Should he go in or not?

"Governor, you can't go in."

Seeing that the governor was hesitating, one of his men widened his eyes and tried to dissuade him.

"Yes, if you go in, they will definitely shoot you and kill you, and then your daughter will die too." Another subordinate knew that the governor was worried about his daughter, so he could only persuade him by threatening his daughter's safety.

The other subordinates also looked troubled and started talking all at once.

If the governor were to go in and be killed, their cohesion would likely be shattered in an instant, and they were well aware of this.

The governor was unusually conflicted.

Before the governor could even think, Guillermo grabbed the little zombie by the neck in his office, pulled out his pistol, and fired a shot into the zombie's ankle.

A gunshot rang out, limbs were severed, and black blood splattered all over the ground.

The sound of gunshots seemed to echo in the governor's ears. His mind was a complete mess. He had a guess in his heart about where the bullet had hit, but he was somewhat unwilling to admit it.

His anger erupted like a geyser. The governor's eyes turned bloodshot. He roared and slammed his fist against the wall. His fist cracked, and specks of blood remained on the wall.

Guillermo didn't speak; he wanted to break down the governor's psychological defenses.

To destroy something, you must first make it mad.

The governor's madness was linked to this little zombie under his command.

Guillermo casually flicked one foot, and the pale foot rolled out of the office.